Perfectly Perfect — A Nervous System Reset

It’s Easter Sunday.
And I’m not with my son.

I never really bought into the traditional holidays — the candy, the pressure, the frantic gatherings that didn’t feel real.
What I’ve always craved is something deeper:
Connection that’s chosen, not expected.
Moments that breathe, not force.

Today, I find myself sitting in a space I didn’t expect —
a space of pure surrender.

No timelines.
No moving boxes stacked around me.
No old energies pulling at me to fix or carry them.

Just me.
Just this moment.
Exactly where I’m supposed to be.

This weekend wasn’t about packing or planning.
It wasn’t about managing anyone else’s emotions.
It was a nervous system reset —
a sacred pause between what was and what’s becoming.

I didn’t realize how much I needed it until I let myself have it.

After months of tribulation — navigating parenting, shifting homes, holding boundaries, choosing my values over comfort —
I finally got to sit still.
Not to hustle.
Not to fix.
Not to survive.
Just to be.

And in that stillness, I realized something:
The transition was already happening.
I didn’t need to control it.
I just needed to surrender to it.

I’m in the middle of one of the biggest transitions of my life:

• Moving my son’s things to storage.

• Choosing not to renew an old life that no longer fits.

• Allowing a conscious, simpler, freer way of living to open before me.

It’s a strange thing —
to realize you no longer have a "home" for your child to return to.
To realize that you are choosing, with open eyes and full heart, to build a life that honors your soul’s unfolding, even if it looks completely different from the life you once imagined.

It’s grief.
It’s liberation.
It’s both.

And it’s perfectly perfect — exactly as it’s meant to be.

This week was a gift.
A blessing.
A moment carved out of all the chaos that had to happen for me to arrive here.

I had to go through the chaos.
I had to go through the tribulations.
I had to walk through the trauma.

Each and every day has shaped me.
Every stumble. Every heartbreak. Every hard-earned step.

Because of that, I landed here —
in this sacred pause.
In this place where my creativity can breathe again.
In this place where my spirit feels safe enough to dream again.

This week wasn’t just a nervous system reset.
It was a homecoming to myself.

I didn’t need to navigate old energies.
I didn’t need to carry what wasn’t mine.

I simply needed to return —
to gratitude.
To presence.
To the life my soul has been building all along.

Everything is exactly how it’s supposed to be.
There’s no other way.

My Vow to Myself

I trust myself.
I trust my path.
I trust the universe.

I walk boldly into the life I have created,
knowing that everything I desire is already within me.

I am.
I feel.
I do.
I love.
I speak.
I see.
I understand.

Thank you for witnessing this sacred pause with me.
May you find your own nervous system reset —
your own perfectly perfect place — wherever you are in your becoming.